SEC-S18W6:Once upon a time when I was a child!

Hello all steemian friends...

Memories from childhood will never be forgotten. The days and times we spent as children will always leave an impression on our hearts. Each of us certainly has a story or story that remains the most memorable about childhood, as is my experience.

Going through phase after phase of life is something I am always grateful for, including the phase of being a child. Many people say that childhood is the most beautiful time, a time full of jokes and laughter, a time of expression and exploration without knowing the word shame and a time that will never be repeated again in this life. I really want to go back to that time where there were no burdens, only joy.

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Everyone has a different childhood, just like I had a slightly different childhood from other people. At that time I was only about 9 months old, my father suddenly became seriously ill and had to be hospitalized for almost 2 months. Because there were only grandmother and grandfather who could look after me, I ended up living with them since then. And I know this story from my grandmother.

When I started kindergarten, my mother took me back. In the morning, he always takes me to the intersection using his bicycle to wait for the bus. I live around the coast, every day the sea gives me a beautiful picture of my childhood. Until I started elementary school, I was again raised by my grandmother and grandfather, because at that time I had a younger sibling so my grandfather wanted to take care of me.

This is a moment that I can't forget for the rest of my life. The happiest childhood and provides the most beautiful picture of my life to date. Grandfather and grandmother are very good people. In the morning, Cekpon and I always share homework assignments before leaving. We always eat, even play, get punished, and run, laugh, even be sad together. There is no difference between men and women, everyone plays together and my grandfather's house is the center where the children in my village play.

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I remember my little grandmother who always looked after me, made me milk, rocked me until I fell asleep and until I went to school, my grandmother who always took me on her antique bicycle. When I was in elementary school, after school I always studied the Koran. "Purchasing religious knowledge is obligatory for every Muslim," my grandmother always said those words, even though when I was little I didn't understand them.

When we come home from studying the Koran, my friends and I often go to the rice fields to look for snails and look for mushrooms in the hay. Incidentally, my grandmother at home kept ducks because the snails were used as food for the ducks, while the straw mushrooms were cooked and used as a side dish for the meal together. It's no surprise that when I came home from the rice fields, my clothes were dirty and covered in mud from the rice fields, but I was very happy because being in the rice fields always brings beautiful memories of my childhood, the air was cool, the rice was so green and the birds were so happy playing in the rice fields like me and my friends.

I got what girls didn't get at that time in my village, and grandfather always fulfilled my requests, while grandmother always cooked my favorite dishes every day. I was happy and happy, I didn't feel any pressure, it was a golden age in cold temperatures.

I don't have any photos from my childhood in my house, they are all stored in an album at my grandmother's house. This is the only thing that still exists in my cellphone memory.

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